Chapter 12Troy stood on the make-shift stage and looked out at the sea of faces smiling up at him as everyone who was anyone—and probably plenty of nobodies, too—sat in gilt chairs on the lawn at the back of the CSA building, waiting expectantly for the senior councilman to begin proceedings.
The weather had co-operated, the sun shone down on them, a light breeze preventing things from becoming too oppressive. Lizzie and her singing group were doing their thing on a small stage to the side. The heady odor of lilac was in the air.
Troy reached for and grasped Beck’s hand. Out of the corner of his mouth, he asked, “Remind me again why we didn’t just elope?”
Beck smiled and gave Troy’s hand a squeeze. “Because your mom would have hunted us down and killed us…slowly and painfully.”
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